Deprived
The pain that drives me, is the darkness that deprives me.
Drag me through the mud, insanity is in my mind
Everything you tried to give, is everything I denied.
The pain that drives me, is the darkness that deprives me, and the shackles that bind me.
Suffocating, as my thoughts fade, I find it enticing. Drink in the pain and fight what remains.
My dreams mean nothing, and my thoughts are dead. My heart will drop, when it's heavy with dread.
Intoxication from hate, and influence of love, disease in the form of discussion, and distress in mistrust.
Nothing will compare to how much I feel.
Alone in the darkness but surrounded by people who care, yet into the rabbit hole I ponder of jumping while deeper I stare.
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